If You Care About It

If you care about it do it
Run your hands on through it

In your hands are the fruits to give to
Hands that need you
We're messing up all this old structure
Boi, doesn't it rock you?

Cos we can't wait for any leader to feed us
Or any guru to heal us
Or any label to sign us
All this reminds us

And while I'm at it
This love for music makes me an addict
And now I wake up at six-thirty
Just to feed my habit

And we've got to stop complaining
And start to naming
All of our complacencies
And dream of what we can be, DREAM

We never stop and listen to the silence
We never stop any of their violence
You and me far from home, all alone
No broadband, no mobile phone